Deafening silence in the dead of night
Restless insomniac wrestled with his thoughts
Counting the minutes to another sunrise
Another day ahead feeling out of sorts
He opened the packet of mind numbing drugs
Prescribed pills to halt his mind's descent
The contents emptied on to the table
Refusing to ingest them in a show of dissent
He arranged them in the shape of a heart
Then cut a line through his display
Symbolizing the grief of his broken world
A love turned sour, then left to decay
Fatigued, distraught, angry and upset
The broken heart was swept to the floor
His street of shattered dreams stretched before him
Asked himself can he take any more?
He stumbled upstairs and lay on the bed
Staring into space then up at a shelf
A dusty box lay in his line of vision
The time had come to start healing himself
Decades of stored sentiments from family and friends
Breathing deeply as he read the soothing words
"Good Luck", "Congratulations", "Well Done", "With Love"
With received heart-felt kindness, an epiphany occurred
The pills discarded, his confidence restored
A new train of thought to explore for relief
His slow recovery would still be painful
Days lay ahead still filled with grief
His tide of self-pity receded from view
His loved ones gifts were still giving
The contents of the box had saved his soul
The gift of life was worth living
Tuesday 25 February 2014
Wednesday 19 February 2014
All She Ever Wanted
All she ever wanted was childhood innocence
To grow up in a world that made some sense
All she ever wanted was love and affection
To look in a mirror and not hate her reflection
All she ever wanted was boys to think her pretty
To be given the chance to be smart and witty
All she ever wanted was to love her Dad
To live some days without feeling sad
All she ever wanted was a world without sin
To fight some battles she had a chance to win
All she ever wanted was the freedom to roam
To return every day to a happy home
All she ever wanted was some saving grace
To face her demons and spit in their face
All she ever wanted was a life that was kind
All she really ever wanted was peace of.mind
To grow up in a world that made some sense
All she ever wanted was love and affection
To look in a mirror and not hate her reflection
All she ever wanted was boys to think her pretty
To be given the chance to be smart and witty
All she ever wanted was to love her Dad
To live some days without feeling sad
All she ever wanted was a world without sin
To fight some battles she had a chance to win
All she ever wanted was the freedom to roam
To return every day to a happy home
All she ever wanted was some saving grace
To face her demons and spit in their face
All she ever wanted was a life that was kind
All she really ever wanted was peace of.mind
Wednesday 12 February 2014
Tommy's Face
She lived in a town on the edge of the city
With a hard-working husband keeping kid's bellies filled
Oblivious to the horrors yet to be lived
"The war to end all wars" and millions killed
A threadbare working class, but they still lived their lives
Poorly paid work, though, and struggling to get by
In 1914, her future ripped from her hands
She couldn't even vote for her husband to die
Tommy and his pals signed up for glory
Marching and grinning but gripped by fear
She waved them off with her heart so heavy
Posters warned the Germans would be here
Tommy returned from the front a different man
Gone was his smile, his whistle in the morn
A haunted look, he couldn't say what he'd seen
She felt sad and lonely, upset and forlorn
She supported her husband throughout his trauma
Much work to do and mouths to feed
2 years now into this madness
More lambs to the slaughter was the nation's need
They recalled Tommy for a battle at the Somme
His mental wounds hidden, he stood at the door
She kissed him, then he left to meet his maker
She sighed, then cried and collapsed to the floor
On a warm July morning Tommy was sent to his death
Cut down in his prime in no man's land
A pointless, tragic waste of his life
Most now saw this "Great War" wasn't so grand
She opened the letter bearing the news
They regretted her loss and said they were pained
Passed to her loved ones and back again
Barely readable now it was so tear-stained
2 months passed and she heard some news
They were showing a film at her local cinema
The carnage at the Somme could now be viewed
Her family and friends went to see it with her
She saw a body being carried in the trenches
The face of the dead man was screened
That face was Tommy's, she leapt to her feet
"That's him! That's my Tommy!", she screamed
She was led back home to her children
Her pain and anguish she could now release
Seeing Tommy one last time gave her redemption
His face had looked content and finally at peace
With a hard-working husband keeping kid's bellies filled
Oblivious to the horrors yet to be lived
"The war to end all wars" and millions killed
A threadbare working class, but they still lived their lives
Poorly paid work, though, and struggling to get by
In 1914, her future ripped from her hands
She couldn't even vote for her husband to die
Tommy and his pals signed up for glory
Marching and grinning but gripped by fear
She waved them off with her heart so heavy
Posters warned the Germans would be here
Tommy returned from the front a different man
Gone was his smile, his whistle in the morn
A haunted look, he couldn't say what he'd seen
She felt sad and lonely, upset and forlorn
She supported her husband throughout his trauma
Much work to do and mouths to feed
2 years now into this madness
More lambs to the slaughter was the nation's need
They recalled Tommy for a battle at the Somme
His mental wounds hidden, he stood at the door
She kissed him, then he left to meet his maker
She sighed, then cried and collapsed to the floor
On a warm July morning Tommy was sent to his death
Cut down in his prime in no man's land
A pointless, tragic waste of his life
Most now saw this "Great War" wasn't so grand
She opened the letter bearing the news
They regretted her loss and said they were pained
Passed to her loved ones and back again
Barely readable now it was so tear-stained
2 months passed and she heard some news
They were showing a film at her local cinema
The carnage at the Somme could now be viewed
Her family and friends went to see it with her
She saw a body being carried in the trenches
The face of the dead man was screened
That face was Tommy's, she leapt to her feet
"That's him! That's my Tommy!", she screamed
She was led back home to her children
Her pain and anguish she could now release
Seeing Tommy one last time gave her redemption
His face had looked content and finally at peace
Monday 10 February 2014
Kate Bush Plays Football For England
As regular readers (Hello Albert & Gladys) will know, I'm occasionally fond of sharing my dreams. These have included partying in the 23rd century with Shobna Gulati; Wrestling with a sea-lion shaped goldfish and being chased through my local streets by an unfeasibly large penguin. Well, last night Kate Bush was chosen to play for England in this year's World Cup in Brazil.
As is often the case, England had some late withdrawals prior to the World Cup and were left woefully short of strikers so there was a lot of speculation in the media that there would be a late surprise call-up. No-one expected what happened next though. Kate Bush became the first female professional footballer to represent the male team. Apparently, she was able to keep her professional football activities a secret throughout her singing career as she was known for her reclusive lifestyle.
I was England's kit man for this tournament but Kate turned up with her own kit woman. Prior to the opening game against Italy, she emerged from her changing room wearing the outfit she first wore in her "Wuthering Heights" video from 1978. When I asked her to change into the football kit she threw a diva tantrum. Whilst it was all being sorted out they had to delay the kick off leading to unprecedented commercial TV problems around the world. Eventually, the referee and Mario Balotelli agreed it was OK for her to wear it, then the game got underway.
The first half passed without major incident but Kate did suffer some harsh treatment from the Italian defenders. The heat was intense inside the stadium so at half time the players were treated in various ways. Kate refused any treatment, however, but insisted she changed her Wuthering Heights dress. 10 minutes later she emerged wearing the outfit from the "Babooshka" video.Within seconds, word got out of the dressing room and it was suddenly filled with a galaxy of ex-England players including Dave Watson and Russell Osman from the 1970s.......at this point I was woken up by some tosser using their car horn in my street, so we will never know what happened next......
As is often the case, England had some late withdrawals prior to the World Cup and were left woefully short of strikers so there was a lot of speculation in the media that there would be a late surprise call-up. No-one expected what happened next though. Kate Bush became the first female professional footballer to represent the male team. Apparently, she was able to keep her professional football activities a secret throughout her singing career as she was known for her reclusive lifestyle.
I was England's kit man for this tournament but Kate turned up with her own kit woman. Prior to the opening game against Italy, she emerged from her changing room wearing the outfit she first wore in her "Wuthering Heights" video from 1978. When I asked her to change into the football kit she threw a diva tantrum. Whilst it was all being sorted out they had to delay the kick off leading to unprecedented commercial TV problems around the world. Eventually, the referee and Mario Balotelli agreed it was OK for her to wear it, then the game got underway.
The first half passed without major incident but Kate did suffer some harsh treatment from the Italian defenders. The heat was intense inside the stadium so at half time the players were treated in various ways. Kate refused any treatment, however, but insisted she changed her Wuthering Heights dress. 10 minutes later she emerged wearing the outfit from the "Babooshka" video.Within seconds, word got out of the dressing room and it was suddenly filled with a galaxy of ex-England players including Dave Watson and Russell Osman from the 1970s.......at this point I was woken up by some tosser using their car horn in my street, so we will never know what happened next......
Thursday 6 February 2014
Alpaca in a Park
When your hair's like a wig
And all you hear is a pig
When you've got a woolly coat
And your best friend's a goat
When the ducks are quacking
And your visitors are lacking
When you want a bit of fun
But there's little space to run
When your belly's not full
And your day's very dull
When the rain keeps on pouring
And eating grass gets boring
When your field's too muddy
And you're fighting with your buddy
When your life's nearly spent
And you don't know what it meant
You're an alpaca in a park
And all you hear is a pig
When you've got a woolly coat
And your best friend's a goat
When the ducks are quacking
And your visitors are lacking
When you want a bit of fun
But there's little space to run
When your belly's not full
And your day's very dull
When the rain keeps on pouring
And eating grass gets boring
When your field's too muddy
And you're fighting with your buddy
When your life's nearly spent
And you don't know what it meant
You're an alpaca in a park
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